Hopes for Granny Me

20's. They say, "the prime time of your life". I agree but disagree.
I read articles all over the internet that remind the young to cherish their moments of youth. Work on building your character. Advance in your career path. Find your identity. Personally, I do think life is so exciting as a 20 something year old. I love the joys of spontaneity, being readily available, the ability to invest in people, and freely enjoy hobbies. I love being able to have energy to expend in service while not be tied down to "big girl" responsibilities. It's exciting that I can have undisturbed focus to pursue God. There is excitement in dreaming and looking forward to growth and learning in the future. All the while agreeing to the beauties of the season of youth, I wish that people could quit buying into the Hollywood influences of youth being the prime time of life.

I think about how few articles I see on how the 40's, 50's, 60's are the prime time of your life. I want to say that every decade is a prime time filled with "prime" things accordingly. Working on building character is an exciting thing not only to the 20's but even to the 90's. So is learning, growing, and placing your identity in Christ. When I look at older generations, I find myself hoping that I will not be so carried away by the troubles and stressors of life. I don't want to be so ruled by the roles of mother, wife, employee that I forget my ultimate task that God has given me as a disciple and disciple maker (intended to be carried out through such roles). While my 20's is a time free to of big responsibilities, I hope I don't make excuses to have a focused pursuit of Christ in the the midst of crazy hectic "life".  One of my biggest fears of growing old is that I will lose the attitude of asking myself, "what more can I do, how can I grow, how can I learn?"

As each wrinkle sets, I hope humility sets in deeper- that I'd seek God's counsel and walk with others at eye level. As bones brittle, I hope to expend every energy left in me in serving others. As memory fades, that aspirations for God's kingdom only grow bigger. As my vision blurs, that the awe and wonder will only heighten.